The interaction I believe, in my heart, happened between dick and Bruce before Bruce left to fight Jason in crime alley. “Bruce, if you're going to see Jason, I'm coming too. He’s going to mess with your mind. He already has, by forcing your meeting to be in Crime Alley. Please.” Dick was begging. Bruce shook his head. “I can’t let you come.” “Bruce!” Dick pleaded. “He will kill you.” Bruce shook his head. “Yes. He will. Dad please. Jason is- he is my brother and I love him but he may very well try to kill you!” Dick half screamed. Bruce sighed, turning to face his oldest. He placed a gentle hand on his son's cheek. Dicks lip began to tremble. “Chum, you need to stay here. You’re supposed to bury me anyways. I can’t-“ he stopped and took a deep breath, looking deeply into the eyes he knew so well. The eyes he had fallen in love with. The eyes that had pulled him out of his misery. They were filled with tears. “I can’t lose another son. And Gotham needs her Batman.” Dick inhaled sharply. “You think he’ll kill you.” He whispered. Bruce winced. “It is a very real possibility. I cannot rule it out. But I can forbid you from coming. Chum,” Bruce pulled his son closer. “If he does, I want you to promise me you’ll let him live.” Dick shook his head, eyes pained. “You’ll let him kill you.” He whispered. “Won’t you? You won’t even fight. You’ll just let him kill you. For what Bruce? So that he feels better about himself? So that he’s happy when he finally kills the man who couldn’t save him? No! I don’t- he doesn’t get to decide that!” “But I do.” Bruce spoke softly. Dick shook his head, tears threatening his eyes. “No! No you don't get to do this to me!!! I lost my parents once and I won’t have it happen again! I will not let you go Bruce! Please dad! Please!!!!” But Bruce was moving, walking to the door, his cowl already slipped over his head. “No. No no. No no. No please. Please dad please.” Dick crawled after him. “Please please please please please!” Bruce stopped, closing his eyes. A single tear slid down his cheek as he turned and knelt for his son. “You were always my favorite Robin. You will always be my Robin. You are the reason I am alive today. You were my reason for the twelve years we have been granted together. I will forever be thankful that you allowed me to become your father. I love you Richard Robin Grayson-Wayne.” And he pressed a single kiss on his son's forehead. Dick was crying silently. “Please.” He whispered. “Goodbye.” Bruce whispered back.
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i finished 91w and i’m sobbing just full force and the worst part is they come back to each other and can’t ever be TRULY together and it breaks me it breaks me to my very soul and this fic is going to be rattling in my skull for the next month and they still love each other they still can’t stop loving each other after everything that happened, after the fights and the abandonment and the fear and the war altogether, they loved each STILL no matter how fucked up they were in the end, it was all worth it as long as they had each other
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I hate babies crying
I hate it I hate it I hate it k hate it I hate it I hate it
Stop crying,I can’t take it,your to loud
Stop please
Make the noise stop.
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i just finished watching the third hobbit movie...
THEY KILLED MY BABYGIRL KILI 😭😭😭
tears are running down my face, snot is everywhere, im throwing up and shitting at the same time, i physically can't do this.
i wasn't prepared in the slightest, i didn't think that they would ACTUALLY KILL HIM 😟
i am distraught beyond belief.
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i hate summer bc i’ve had my worst experiences during summer, my worst days, i’ve been depressed every summer since forever, this is the first summer i’ll be working full time and it’s the only reason i’m not crying on my bed like every other summer of my life.
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Alright, uh. Screw it. Let's dust off this account. I was embarrassed about even drawing this, and especially about sharing it publicly, but I'm slapping it up here. Why not.
Been extremely burnt out lately, doing art professionally has pretty much killed my desire to do art for the sake of enjoying it (sorry, fans of my dead comic). Mental health has been shoddy. Actual health is eh, as well. I've been too busy to really think and have been so guilty about there being so much stuff to do in my life still that I haven't really afforded myself time to relax or unwind. My enthusiasm for anything has been in the dumps for years. I don't think I've drawn more than a handful of fanart pieces in over a decade (what you see on here is pretty much it), and I've certainly never drawn something like... this.
Obviously, I watched Hazbin finally (didn't even realize the show was an actual thing now, though I did love the pilot eons ago; I don't tend to traverse into fandom discussion and discourse so I've been out of the loop). I'm actually nearing double-digit rewatches... and the OST has been on repeat for weeks. Well animated, beautifully written adult cartoons? I'm here for it. Musicals? Oh yeeahhhhh! A well animated, beautifully written adult cartoon that is also a musical??? *teakettle noises*
I'm ace as hell, but wholesome, loving, devoted relationships like this in fiction seem to hit me right at my core. I also cry at heartwarming videos and movies, but that's beside the point... I just... hrrrnnnnggg... Charlie and Vaggie's relationship has SENT ME. It has an iron grip on my soul and I cannot stop it. I feel like i'm 14 years old again. I want to write fanfiction. Is it 2004?? Where am I????? What the fffffasdfasfagghfgfjhdd????????!!!!
Aannnyyyyywayyyy.... This art gave me stomach butterflies the entire time I worked on it, as well as an immense amount of joy, and I really hope this can maybe do that for others.
And I still have... so many ideas........ so many....
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